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Where's the word for the sadness |
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Where's the poetry in the pain |
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Where's the color in the stain where the tears fallen |
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It's gone, it's just gone. |
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Where's the method to this madness |
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As we create the suffering |
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And we do each other in and we still hold on |
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But it's gone, it's just gone |
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(Bridge) |
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He says it's gone |
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And he can't go on living a memory |
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Mulling it over endlessly |
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Whey is that so hear for me to see |
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He says it's gone |
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And he can't go on trying to live a lie |
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And when he cries, I know it's over |
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But I may never know why. |
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There's no face in the locket |
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There's no play for the past |
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I'll put it back in my pocket |
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It was never meant to last |
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It's just gone. |
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(repeat bridge) |
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He says it's gone |
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And he can't go on living a memory |
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Mulling it over endlessly |
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Whey is that so hear for me to see |
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He says it's gone |
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And he can't go on trying to live a lie |
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And when he cries, I know it's over |
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But I may never know why. |
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There's no word for the sadness |
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There's no poetry in the pain |
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There's no color in the stain where the tears have fallen |
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It's gone, it's just gone |
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It's gone, it's just gone |
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Well, it's gone. |
